Chapter 94 What Are You Looking At?
Upon hearing the call, Queenie quickly walked to the cubicle and saw Benoit sitting in a wheelchair. However, the belt of his white robe was stuck in the wheel, causing his robe to be partially torn and giving him a disheveled appearance.
"Just as I was about to stand up, it got stuck, and I had to wait for you to help," Benoit showed a helpless and dejected expression. "I'm sorry, I am such a waste of a person, causing you trouble."
"Don't say that. It's a trivial matter," Queenie replied.
She hurriedly went over and examined the stuck robe belt but couldn't loosen it with a tug.
Feeling nervous, she knelt down to figure out the best way to deal with it but accidentally bumped her head against Benoit's chest.
"Sorry," she apologized, but as soon as she looked up, Queenie's whole being froze.
Her face was almost pressed against Benoit's chest muscles, but there was still some distance between them.
She could feel the heat emanating from Benoit's body, mixed with his masculine scent, causing her heart to flutter uncontrollably.
She had never been so close to observing a man's body before. Even when she had been with Benoit previously, she didn’t dare to open her eyes.
She never expected to be in such a situation!
His chest and abdominal muscles had deep and profound contours, appearing both full and firm.
Every line was brimming with aesthetic tension, captivating even someone like her who wasn't particularly fond of men's bodies.
"What are you looking at?" a low chuckled sounded above her head.
"N-Nothing... I wasn't looking at anything," Queenie's face turned stiff, and she hurriedly lowered her head to examine the stuck belt.
She pulled with all her strength, but it still wouldn't come loose. She couldn't help but complain, "Why is it stuck so tightly?"
Benoit chuckled softly. "If you really want to see what the problem is, the more you tug, the tighter it will get."
"Oh," Queenie blushed and didn't dare to look at Benoit. She could only tuck her hair behind her ear and continue examining the stuck belt which was proving difficult to observe in that tight spot.
Queenie adjusted her position, unintentionally finding her face pressed against Benoit's chest and abs. As she brushed against him, the firm and warm texture made her blush even more. No wonder Macy always said she didn't find Pollard's mediocre physique appealing, insisting that a man needed muscles to be a real man. Now she understood what muscles felt like. They gave a sense of robustness and complete security.
Lost in her thoughts, Queenie suddenly heard the slightly heavier voice of the man above her, accompanied by an indiscernible gasp. "Had enough of rubbing?" Queenie's body tensed up as if struck by lightning, not daring to lift her head. The initial accidental touches were indeed unexpected, but it seemed she had become somewhat addicted to the subsequent ones.
Caught in the act, she felt too embarrassed to raise her head. But when she lowered her gaze, she seemed to discover something astonishing, causing her eyes to widen, and she blurted out without hesitation, "How is this possible?"
Benoit looked down at her condescendingly and said, "Queenie, you don't really think your husband is the type to sit around and do nothing, do you?" Saying that, he lifted Queenie up and sat her on his lap. As Queenie struggled, Benoit's response grew more intense, accompanied by a muffled groan. "Queenie, this time you brought this upon yourself."
As he spoke, Benoit forcefully kissed Queenie on the lips and his hand mischievously traced the curve of her waist. "Stop... Isn't your bathrobe in the way?" Queenie pushed Benoit away, feeling utterly ashamed. But Benoit chuckled lightly and said, "What's the problem?"
With that, he shrunk his hand inside and directly removed the bathrobe, allowing the strap to remain stuck. Queenie felt even more helpless and asked, "Why didn't you do that before?"
